Minerva would be an Olympic Gold Medalist. Today she's watched, with absolute attention and barky gusto: Swimming Women's water polo (she was disappointed no horses were involved, and we agreed non-water-polo should be an equestrian Olympic sport) Kayaking (neither of us knew that was a sport either, and while I don't disagree it looks sporty… Continue reading If Barking Was A Sport
Category: Myths and Monsters
A Tisket, A Tasket…
A fAngus in a basket… Oh, is this your clean bedding? I had no idea! What’s over there? Is that a ghost in the corner? Just…look away from the cat in the basket, human!
Every Title I’ve Tried for this is Filthy. Also, please ignore our carpet.
This is not a real post because school hasn't ended and things have been just this side of insanely busy for the last howevermany weeks (good Goddess how is it JUNE already? I still have a zillion unintended snapdragons to plant!) and I have three reviews to write. Yes, the run on sentence reflects what's… Continue reading Every Title I’ve Tried for this is Filthy. Also, please ignore our carpet.
A fAngus Follow Up
I'm working on a book review and some other bits of news, but in the meantime Mr. fAngus had a bit of a photo shoot last night that produced some entertaining expressions. He wasn't trying to look like a disdainful supermodel, but that's what ended up happening after Ragnar and Minerva ran by making noise,… Continue reading A fAngus Follow Up
How I Offended fAngus This Week. Also, an Essay Published!
fAngus, who is nearly seven (and no, I don't know how old that makes him in cat years because, unlike dogs, cats don't enthusiastically share their actual age with folk they consider staff) has always been a contrary little dude. He prefers not to snuggle, thank you very much. He spent most of his time… Continue reading How I Offended fAngus This Week. Also, an Essay Published!
Just…Dogs and Dogs Adjacent.
Yesterday was 70 degrees, so I took my laptop on the deck and found this goober on my chair. Please note how she refuses to look AT me, because I'm telling her to get the hell off my spot so I can work. FYI, there's a second chair she could've used. It’s a running joke… Continue reading Just…Dogs and Dogs Adjacent.
Not a Master Task Juggler
Happy Valentine's Day to me, from SK. Contrary to rumors started by my new reading glasses stand, I am still here. I started the new job this week on Wednesday, which turned out to be a massively positive move. I was stressed about the change (because even good change is stressful and requires rejiggering of… Continue reading Not a Master Task Juggler
Bits and Bobs
My writing and resting sabbatical is about to move into the final quarter, and it's been quite the ride so far. I've written a few short stories (most are in the process of submission, which really just means throwing them at various markets until the magic moment when the topic fits what the editors are… Continue reading Bits and Bobs
Random Changes…and How fAngus Tried to Live in the Walls.
It's a slow process, making changes in the house I moved into so I feel like it's more "ours" and less "I moved into someone else's home," especially when the horde grew up here and change often causes... feelings. I also am terrible at finishing things, which is relevant to this story. So, a few… Continue reading Random Changes…and How fAngus Tried to Live in the Walls.
Into Darkness
Daylight savings time ended earlier this month, and we're well on our way toward Yule/Winter Solstice. I know everyone is bitching about it and wishing DST didn't end: I'm exactly the opposite. I wish DST never started. It's infinitely easier for me to get up in the morning and roll into my day when it's… Continue reading Into Darkness
No Pithy Phrase 